Lu Changsheng Appears, Ghost Mask's Death!

On the icy ground, Liu Hongluan's steps were heavy. Having carried Long Fei for so long, she had already exhausted her strength.

With a thud, Liu Hongluan fell.

Long Fei fell hard onto the ice with her.

Liu Hongluan immediately panicked and cradled Long Fei's head. "Brother Fei, are you all right? We've reached the Ice Mountain deep within Crow Mountain. Hero Lu might be here. Wake up..."

Yet no matter how Liu Hongluan called out to him, Long Fei showed no sign of waking.

Moreover, Long Fei's entire body was icy cold, and his face was pale as paper.

Though he was not dead yet, if they delayed any longer, he would not be far from death.

A figure appeared on the ice—Ghost Mask.

He did not seem to be in any hurry. Instead, he walked toward Liu Hongluan one step at a time.

He glanced around. Snowflakes were still drifting down from the sky. He held out his hand, and flakes of freezing snow fell into his palm.

Ghost Mask let out a long sigh. "You fled all the way into the depths of Crow Mountain. You must have thought there was someone here who could save you, right?"

"Where is he?"

Liu Hongluan gritted her teeth and held Long Fei's head tightly, trying her best to keep him warm.

But she said nothing, only glared fiercely at Ghost Mask.

"Not talking?"

"It doesn't matter! You've already made it here, and you can't run any farther. If the person you came looking for isn't here, then I won't spare you."

Ghost Mask continued forward, step by step.

One concealed weapon after another appeared in his hands. With a casual flick, he could kill both Liu Hongluan and Long Fei.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps, six steps, five steps...

At this moment, Ghost Mask stood only five steps away from Liu Hongluan and Long Fei.

Suddenly, Ghost Mask stopped, as though he were waiting for something.

The wind continued to howl.

Snowflakes continued to drift through the sky.

Liu Hongluan began to feel the cold seep into her body, and she was even trembling all over.

After a long while, Ghost Mask finally sighed faintly. "It seems there really is no one here."

"You went through untold hardships to flee here, yet no one came to save you."

"Since that is the case, I will send you on your way!"

The next moment, Ghost Mask raised the concealed weapons in his hand.

Liu Hongluan clutched Long Fei tightly and waited for death to descend.

"Whoosh..."

The gale still shrieked.

Yet Liu Hongluan waited for a long time, and death never came.

She opened her eyes and looked toward Ghost Mask.

Ghost Mask still stood where he was, still holding concealed weapons.

But the concealed weapons in his hand were now aimed in another direction.

Even Ghost Mask's gaze had passed over Liu Hongluan and Long Fei, looking behind them.

Liu Hongluan abruptly turned around.

At once, her entire body began to tremble.

This time, it was not from the cold, but from excitement!

She saw a familiar figure walking toward her step by step.

"Hero Lu..."

Liu Hongluan was overwhelmed with excitement. Hadn't she carried Long Fei into the depths of Crow Mountain precisely to find Lu Changsheng?

Lu Changsheng naturally saw Liu Hongluan and Long Fei.

And Long Fei appeared to be in very bad shape.

However, his gaze was fixed on Ghost Mask.

"Did you injure Long Fei?"

"That's right. I injured him."

"You wounded Long Fei but did not kill him because you wanted to find me?"

Ghost Mask nodded. "If you were the one who killed Shen Lun, then yes, I was looking for you."

Lu Changsheng fell silent. Shen Lun had indeed been killed by him.

At this moment, Liu Hongluan warned him, "Hero Lu, he is Ghost Mask, the person behind Shen Lun. Brother Fei once said that below the Divine Strength Realm, Ghost Mask is one of the very strongest martial artists. You must be careful."

Lu Changsheng nodded, but his expression remained calm. He said evenly, "It seems Long Fei thinks very highly of you."

"Long Fei is something of a man himself. If I had not acted personally, no one below the Divine Strength Realm could have done anything to him."

"That fool Shen Lun may not have been very strong, but an injured Long Fei certainly could not have killed him. Since you were able to kill him, your strength is not bad either."

Ghost Mask looked down at Lu Changsheng as though he stood above him.

Lu Changsheng slowly gripped the Short Sword in his hand. He spoke calmly, one word at a time. "I have killed someone who was once called one of the strongest martial artists below the Divine Strength Realm."

"I wonder whether you are stronger than him?"

Ghost Mask raised a brow and sneered. "Not just any stray cat or dog can call himself one of the strongest martial artists below the Divine Strength Realm."

"Is that so?"

Lu Changsheng suddenly smiled. "Oh, right. He also had a name in the martial world. It seemed to be Blade-Dragging Heavenly King. Do you know him?"

"What? Blade-Dragging Heavenly King Li Ji?"

Ghost Mask's expression instantly changed.

He even found it absurd.

How could Blade-Dragging Heavenly King Li Ji possibly have been killed by an unknown martial artist like the one before him?

But at the instant his expression changed and hesitation rose in his heart, Lu Changsheng moved.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

Even a lion used its full strength to catch a rabbit, much less when facing a peak Organ Refining martial artist like Ghost Mask.

Whoosh!

The Short Sword in Lu Changsheng's hand was instantly drawn.

The perfected Instant Kill Technique had practically become Lu Changsheng's instinct.

The moment the Short Sword left its sheath, Lu Changsheng crossed several zhang in a single stride and appeared before Ghost Mask in an instant.

At that moment, Ghost Mask felt only one thing.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

Lu Changsheng moved so fast that even he could not clearly see him.

A warning rose in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ghost Mask flicked his hand, and a great handful of concealed weapons shot forth.

Ghost Mask excelled at concealed weapons.

Moreover, his concealed weapons nearly always struck their mark. Wherever he aimed, they hit; he never missed.

At this moment, Ghost Mask's concealed weapons filled the sky like a great net, blanketing Lu Changsheng.

These densely packed concealed weapons were practically an indiscriminate attack. Dodging them was almost impossible.

But Lu Changsheng did not even pause to think. He directly raised the Short Sword in his hand.

Swish, swish, swish.

Lu Changsheng's Short Sword actually whirled into a flower of steel.

It was so dense that it resembled a curtain of light, meeting every concealed weapon that flew at him.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.

The concealed weapons struck the sword flower, but they could not penetrate Lu Changsheng's Short Sword at all.

One after another, they were knocked onto the ground.

Yet Ghost Mask moved.

At the instant he flung out that handful of concealed weapons, Ghost Mask advanced instead of retreating, gripping a Short Sword in his hand as well.

Shielded by the falling snow, he seemed utterly soundless as he reached Lu Changsheng in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh.

The Short Sword thrust out.

Fast!

Ghost Mask's sword was incredibly fast, far faster than Shen Lun's had been.

Those in the martial world only knew that Ghost Mask's concealed weapons were unfathomably skillful, and once unleashed, they almost never missed.

But almost no one knew that Ghost Mask's sword was his most terrifying weapon.

His sword would not leave its sheath unless it was a matter of life and death.

Almost everyone who had seen him draw his sword had died.

The Short Sword was already an inch from Lu Changsheng.

In such a situation, aside from martial artists above the Divine Strength Realm, no one could likely block it.

Lu Changsheng was no exception. He could not block it either.

Even though Lu Changsheng had undergone Blood Exchange once and had even cultivated Jade Bone.

His physical qualities had greatly improved, nearly as though he had been reborn.

But he was not in the Divine Strength Realm after all.

His body was still flesh and blood. When blades met flesh, his body could not withstand them.

At that moment, Liu Hongluan's mouth fell open, a trace of terror appearing on her face.

A smile also appeared at the corner of Ghost Mask's lips.

It was all over!

No matter who it was, once his sword left its sheath, they were doomed to die!

Yet Lu Changsheng's expression had not changed in the slightest from beginning to end.

If anything, Ghost Mask seemed to see a trace of mockery in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

But Lu Changsheng was at death's door. How could he dare mock him?

What right did Lu Changsheng have to mock him?

The next moment, Ghost Mask learned why.

Ssh.

A streak of white light flashed and vanished.

Lu Changsheng still stood where he was, as though he had merely swayed slightly.

Yet Ghost Mask's Short Sword, which had been an inch from Lu Changsheng, stopped.

That mere inch seemed like an insurmountable chasm. Ghost Mask could never cross it.

"This is not swordsmanship..."

Ghost Mask spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"As long as it can kill, what does it matter whether it is swordsmanship or not?"

At some unknown moment, Lu Changsheng's left hand had gripped a Dagger.

That streak of white light just now had been the reflection from the Dagger in his hand.

At this moment, drops of blood still dripped from the Dagger onto the ground.

With a thud, Ghost Mask fell to the ground.

At some unknown moment, a thin line of blood had appeared across his neck.